You were walking in an alley, when you came across a mirror. It looked like Boyfriend, but something was off. You walked closer to the mirror, as did it. When you touched the mirror the reflection through a microphone at you, knocking you back. The reflection walked out the mirror, being taller than before. It had a shadow covering its eyes, a big toothy grin, saturated and torn up clothes. He was holding the Microphone in his hand. His name was Yourself.